I could, like Seward, if for scraps you call,Turn publick bag-man, train'd in Walpole's stall;Or to Cythaeron, from the Treasury, move,And, like Sir James Bland Burgess, murmur love;Could furnish feasts for each Parnassian prig,A Florence goose, three ducklings, and one pig....

A Florence goose, &c. — See a publication entitled An Ode to an Eton Boy, Three Sonnets, and One Epigram: by William Parsons, Esq. This gentleman is the fairest of all Mr. Gray's Criticks: he even allows the superiority of his genius, and gives his own verses in Mr. Gray's measure. The obliquity of the principles and of the understanding is sometimes unaccountable.